Unfuckingbelievable. But click HELL and wake up to reality baby!!
By now you may have marked me for an old timer, but grant me absolution when i shed a tear for bygone years 'cause the eighties ain't seen the last of this genre! At least not yet.
The Ray-Ban aviator has definitely become a timeless piece. Levi's jeans too. Gibson Les Paul? Timeless. Hard Rock. Timeless. Thrash Metal? Well, Classic maybe, but to suggest its timelessness needs more perspective, maybe ten more years down the line for some clear judgment.
Coming from a big fan of this genre, that, i must say, is saying something.
The very FIRST band from the New Wave of Thrash 'revivalists' to visit this country has chosen Manila as the LAST stop of their tour before returning to the U.S..
Now join me as i rip the sleeves off my acid washed denim jacket in preparation for this genocidal gathering. Hand me some Exodus pins, some Death Angel patches, worn-out hi top white sneakers and I'll be ready with my bullet belt of literally live ammunition.
It's Warbringer, and I'll be thrashin' like a maniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaac!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This 8 footer of a door poster I scored from Tower Records way way back is still sittin' unopened in some canister in the depths of my man cave..its plastic wrapper collectin' dust and mites as I wait in vain for funds to finally place it in some majestic glass frame.
I can't be going on circles, bringing up same bands here and there. But I have to push this further a bit and bring you updates. After all, this author can never be outdone in getting his hands first on anything related with the Thunder From Down Under.
Third No.1 album in the UK! They are not just living legends, they're Gods!
That 'final curtain' at the slam was killer, man! Randy Blythe was fuckin awesome. I sure as hell hope they do come back.
If you happen to literally bump into that big feller in this video on your next moshpit hurrah, better move your ass over coz it'll be like one fight to the death with The Blob. This two hundred pounder's name is Raniel and is my brother's childhood buddy. He was the lumberjack who shielded everybody through to the front rows, and whose mass half-saved us from all those dust.
Leads me to where I give Zacky Vengeance due credit.
Dust..
More dust..
Now I'm pretty damn sure I have to get me one of these.
For all its heavy metal/biker/badass splendor, I will actually be needing one for its basic utility in the moshpit. And if indeed it's Megadeth they will be bringing in on Summerslam 11 (rumors spreading as early as three hours after the show), it's not just gonna be some fine dining on a spoonful of dust. I've got to say though, it wasn't just a scoop I ate last night, if you take into account what has crawled through my nostrils.
Fuck it. Let's get on with it. Lest again I gather perspective and lose the insanity after taking too much time playing with words, I might as well do it downright dirty.
I rolled up at the gates around 8pm and it was, from then on, pure adrenaline shootin' in all directions. Why are Caucasian men scattered on the stage? It's about time! The hulk figure that was Chuck Billy is stridin' on the top boards and he looked as mean as a bad villain in some psycho film.
For some sick reason, seeing Testament at that moment gave me the same spine-tinglin' fear I felt when I first heard the band back in second year high school. It was one stormy night with no electricity and the third track from the album Low was playing in my portable radio. Pardon me for not naming that track, I may use cuss words, swear every now and then, but blasphemy ain't my game.
Anyhow, it wasn't that much of a drawn-out trip down memory lane. After that one split-second of a glimpse I was literally swept off my feet when I was caught in this powerful wave by the charging mob. Faster than a rip tide I did not notice I moved fifteen feet from where I was in just a snap. It was like I'm once again in tumultuous waters waiting for my next ride while the surface surged. Except this was a sea of throngs of metal hungry fans. This stuff, I only saw on TV. Much like the Black Nazarene parade with an ocean of undulating heads with black hair. I never thought I will be caught in such a ripple in this lifetime.
Lamb of God. Proves to me further why I need to keep on collecting them live albums. It is probably the only way a true metalhead is able to know whether a band is worth his time. And man did they deliver last night. No matter how hard you try to absorb every single moment of this grand occasion, with all the flying bottles and mists of piss in the air, you just can't. But I guess that's how you truly enjoy one metal show. Battered black and blue, I wouldn't trade the spot I had for one that's in VIP. Don't get me wrong though, I'm familiar with the rush but I just hate being stared down by some stiff fan when I'm about to get it on.
Whew, that wasn't even a tenth of what I had intended to say. Nonetheless the fans are all pourin' on their own thoughts about last night. From how the barricade came close to collapsing...Randy pumped his fist for the crowd like he just gave the go on the Second Amendment,..to how Mark Morton (or was it Willie?) finally donned his gas mask bandana at the height of the dust storm they caused..all of these now scattered on various networking sites
I can't close on however without mentioning that the Wall of Death came unannounced. I knew for a fact that LOG has stopped making that particular demand from all the injuries it caused.
But kill me if it ain't Moses who was there last night! The crowd parted fucking wide like the fucking red sea upon the Black Label intro!
I had predicted this event would be 'biblical', and indeed it was. In every fucking sense of the goddamn word.
Now for my YouTube debut.. I'm hoping to hell there's a better shot of this momentous hellbending gesture of honor. I couldn't do it any better from where I was at.
It should have been us saying 'we're not worthy' instead!
It's not gonna take long 'fore I put up that hair-raising video from my cam last night. It will be my first YouTube upload, and damn if there can ever be a better one for such a debut.
Here's a pic I stole from PULP Magazine's fan page. If this can't get the metalhead in you stoked enough, I don't know what else can.
LOG arrives in Manila.
Also, if you have not signed up for anything PULP-related in Facebook, go ahead and join up right the fuck now. It has been an insane week gettin' all the blow-by-blow status updates of this mayhem, and we're gettin' close to reality here. Every fuckin day i take in Mr Vernon Go's updates and make them my caffeine to get me through the day. But it was this one single pic that led me to finally write something. And lots of thoughts are now swarming like hornets. The most important of all, i must make mention.
(And no, it's not Dodoy Dizon's comment on this pic. Although that gave me one hell of a laughing fit.)
Did they 'organize' a mob to welcome them harbingers of destruction at the airport??
Hell, we made Shadows Fall feel like Iron Maiden Gods with a kick-ass monster backdrop, Dante's Inferno became the stage that was supposed to be Arch Enemy's with all those pyros and a hissing giant bat, balloons enveloped all our moshing for Trivium.. I imagine a bunch of crazy hooligans acting like end-of-the-world freaks ready to embrace rapture wouldn't hurt to be outside of the airport during LOG's arrival.
Correct me if I'm wrong and if there was indeed a mob, but forgive me if I ain't, I know this is asking too damn much.
I'll see you brothers in the Wall of Death tonight. Lamb of God has truly brought the wrath upon us. And with Testament in tow, tonight will indeed be 'biblical', pun intended.
It could have been brevity that had drawn up the boundaries of my recent Iron Maiden post. You see, I was not supposed to cut it short and move this new piece here. But I did. Either way, this here is an entirely different matter and merits more space.
I'm in no writing fury. I'm not a writer as well. It's just that I have spent more than half of my life listening to and contemplating on anything musically 'heavy'. And thinking about Iron Maiden always, always gets me treading to the twin axe attack they popularized.
There is not one shadow of doubt that they popularized the twin lead guitar attack. This piece of information is never disregarded when there's some Maiden talk goin' on. I even surmise that Metallica, after being years of the legend they are, tried this approach on the solo of The Day That Never Comes off their Death Magnetic album. It could be their mecca in a way, trying to revisit stuff they liked and how things were done during their time.
This ain't no breaking news, this twin lead guitar approach. Well at least not to metal fans. But for me personally, its not what gets me off in an Iron Maiden song. It's the feel of the attack itself when they're ripping leads. Case in point, the solo on Holy Smoke. That second one by Dave Murray, that's exactly what i'm talkin' about. You can hear 'technically-gifted' guitarists these days sweep scales not from this planet and just leave you baffled in a way, like nothing important just took place. But listen to that simple blues box from Holy Smoke and it just melts your face right off the bat.
Grab your air guitar and smash everything in your room!
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